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...and then a day comes when I have nothing to write, and wish I had stored up all of the thoughts from previous days, which I had then deemed of only secondary importance, and not quite enough to merit adding another entry. I suppose I could write about my falling down, since it was quite exciting at the time, and therefore important to me.

It was the day it had snowed, maybe 8:30 in the evening, and I was walking with Andrea to Crosby, unwisely wearing rather friction-shy footwear. And I slipped, and fell, only a hundred feet away from Hopkins. But you don't understand: it was a most excellent fall. I landed sideways-ish, on my hip and forearms, and not even on the sidewalk, because somehow my point of impact ended up off the path and onto the softish snow-crust over mud-grass type ground.

And it was funny.

The problem with slapstick is that the humor of the situation doesn't translate well into writing.

Now I shall lament the disadvantages in jumping on a meme bandwagon a bit too late, and missing. Because then I have to make subtle hints in too much later entries about how perhaps certain people reading this should participate, before I pull the I-did-yours! card in a graceless lunge at Guilt.

I know. That was shameless.

I will make a note to do something notable between now and tomorrow, simply to stifle such suffering as caused by this scarcity of substantial subject-matter.